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           "I’llcallyoutomorrow!"Iyelled,wishingmorethananythingthatI

           couldexplaineverythingtohimrightthen,knowingIwouldneverbeableto.Igunnedtheengineandpeeledout.

           Edwardreachedformyhand.

           "Pullover,"hesaidasthehouse,andCharlie,disappearedbehindus.

           "Icandrive,"Isaidthroughthetearspouringdownmycheeks.

           Hislonghandsunexpectedlygrippedmywaist,andhisfootpushedmineoffthegaspedal.Hepulledmeacrosshislap,wrenchingmyhandsfreeofthewheel,andsuddenlyhewasinthedriver’sseat.Thetruckdidn’tswerveaninch.

           "Youwouldn’tbeabletofindthehouse,"heexplained.

           Lightsflaredsuddenlybehindus.Istaredoutthebackwindow,eyeswidewithhorror.

           "It’sjustAlice,"hereassuredme.Hetookmyhandagain.

           MymindwasfilledwiththeimageofCharlieinthedoorway."Thetracker?"

           "Heheardtheendofyourperformance,"Edwardsaidgrimly.

           "Charlie?"Iaskedindread.

           "Thetrackerfollowedus.He’srunningbehindusnow."

           Mybodywentcold.

           "Canweoutrunhim?"

           "No."Buthespedupashespoke.Thetruck’senginewhinedinprotest.

           Myplansuddenlydidn’tfeelsobrilliantanymore.

           IwasstaringbackatAlice’sheadlightswhenthetruckshudderedandadarkshadowsprungupoutsidethewindow.

           MybloodcurdlingscreamlastedafractionofasecondbeforeEdward’shandclampeddownonmymouth.

           "It’sEmmett!"

           Hereleasedmymouth,andwoundhisarmaroundmywaist.

           "It’sokay,Bella,"hepromised."You’regoingtobesafe."

           Weracedthroughthequiettowntowardthenorthhighway.